The curve of her skirt and trip of her toes.

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Her toes embraced the
rubbed velvet interior
of her heels. Deep black
speckled with a glimpse
of the universe, A four inch
ascent to the heavens
she floated with an ancient
female elegance.
I glanced carelessly at the
way her delicious calf curved
delicately as the surrounding
air caressed her barely
tanned skin.
She didn’t need the heels
or the silver grey skirt that
hugged the curves of her
arse and little more,
and as she tripped
I’m sure even she regretted
her choices.

Karen Hayward ©2017
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Woman’s rights in the dark still.

It is officially winter. Darkness has swept in and as I finish work and walk across the pitch black car park, toward the alley that leads across the small stream of water. I am overly aware of myself. The darkness surrounding me, the lack of light illuminating my path. I cant help wondering why in a society so obsessed with technology, why do we still have unlit alleys? When i use the toilet a little light senses my movement at the door and clicks on, so long as I continue to move the light stays on. So why do they not put a similar motion detector through the car park and into the alley, like a little lighted gangway? Why are women, and the vulnerable still being allowed to put themselves at risk? In a society that likes to declare endlessly that it has moved on and is now treating women with the respect and fairness they deserve, why are we still left to walk into situations that put us into danger? There are two other ways to leave the car park, neither of them have lights and neither are what I would consider safe. Ok rant over spose i better by some pepper spray and a torch!